One of the slowest land animals is the inch worm. The fastest land animal is the cheetah. I am learning victory in life comes much more in the shadows of the life of an inch worm than a cheetah. Day by day, slowly inching towards that which we hope for, never giving up, and always showing up. Few good things are manufactured in haste. It is in intentional, steady persistence that we run this race; this race of life that eventually comes to feel like it was in our hands and then gone. If we run it too fast, we miss out on too much. Joy cannot be found in the blurred lines of efficiency, but it is abundantly alive in the still, the slow and the intentional. For me, choosing the inch worm life is a discipline, but it is one I study and practice because it is that existence that I desire. An existence that will allow me to look back and not wonder where it all went, but smile because it was maybe difficult at times, but certainly alive and present all the time.